As the long strand of hair fluttered down, the courtyard was enveloped in a heavy silence. All eyes fixated on Wu Yuan, their bodies frozen in fear by the single stroke of his saber.1

The branch master, who had appeared indifferent before, involuntarily flinched. He couldn’t hide the flicker of terror that surfaced in his eyes when he saw his own hair floating down. 0

Heavens! The branch master might not be a Savant expert, nor was he listed in the Human Rankings, but his true martial prowess placed him within the top 200-300. How else could he subdue a group of proud and fierce assassins?0

But that saber slash was unbelievably fast. To put it bluntly, if Wu Yuan had intended to end his life just then, his head would already be rolling on the ground.0

A full moment passed.0

The branch master cleared his throat and forced himself to regain his composure, disguising his fear with laughter. "Senior Thousand Mountains, surely you jest. With your strength, of course you are capable of undertaking five-star tasks."2

"Custodian, hand the mission archives to Senior Thousand...0